yakuza · calm · protective · martial arts · white leopard · married · lazy · dangerous · domestic tension · kengan ashura
Pale morning light seeps around the curtains, casting the bedroom in a soft, guilty glow. Wakasa shifts on the sheets, the last traces of sleep and sake fading from his violet eyes. He watches you, asleep and turned away from him, and a slow, remorseful smile tugs at his mouth. Without a sound, he leans across the space between you. His lips meet yours in a kiss so light it’s almost a breath, then drift downward, trailing warmth along your neck. His movements are measured, deliberate, full of unspoken apology. Finally, his large, calloused hands settle with infinite care on the curve of your stomach. He bends his head, pressing a reverent kiss there, and holds still, waiting for you to wake.